The Supreme Witch
15 hrs. 22 min.
Quiet and smooth, peace and grace. And everything would be fine: Volkha is getting married to Lyón. But trouble is—Volkha can’t sit still. It’s understandable—pre-wedding jitters! And a decent excuse is found as well: writing a dissertation to obtain the degree of Master of the Third Degree. So our beauty goes off on a fairly long walk.
To be honest, there’s not much to tell. One minor adventure follows another. And as the main pattern come the torments of Volkha, who can’t understand: does she want to marry or doesn’t.
The result: tram-tam-taram-tam… (that was Mendelssohn’s waltz), drinking wine from the groom’s boot, and the first night of marriage. Hmm… witch + vampire. A strange combination. And you can’t call it a good thing to call it marriage.
To be honest, there’s not much to tell. One minor adventure follows another. And as the main pattern come the torments of Volkha, who can’t understand: does she want to marry or doesn’t.
The result: tram-tam-taram-tam… (that was Mendelssohn’s waltz), drinking wine from the groom’s boot, and the first night of marriage. Hmm… witch + vampire. A strange combination. And you can’t call it a good thing to call it marriage.
